Post by Press1269 on Dec 4, 2018 17:25:49 GMT
The scene opens up to a well lit room with a black wall with the VPW logo spray painted dead center. There are a few posters along the wall as well on the outer edges, one of Kris Angel pointing at himself arrogantly while oozing machismo. Another one of Terry Hero, posing in the center of the ring in some sold out venue, the crowd going wild in the background. Other wrestling paraphernalia can be found littering the bookshelves set up on either side of the wall, from a complete library of PAW Wicked DVD's, to 4CW Replica Championship belts, to action figures and wrestling buddies from the 80's and early 90's. There is even a Bobby Benson figure, music note jacket, megaphone, and all.
Suddenly a hulking figure appears in the frame of the camera, wild eyes piercing the lens and into the souls of all that would dare return the stare. His face looks like well worn leather, his beard a patchwork of black that stands out against his bronze skin, a product of too much time in the tanning bed. Sporadic black hair peaks out from under a flashy neon green cowboy hat, and the veins in his neck look like they could collapse at any time with how they are pushing out of the skin.
In a deep gravely whisper, the crazy eyed loon begins to speak.
"Nothing means nothing...yeah....and Lenny Grant is nothing...YEAH!"
The last comes out in an explosion, as he steps away from the camera so that he's in complete frame now, muscles bulging, a fitness ads wet dream.
"You think you can come into Valor Pro Wrestling, both of us debuting, and upstage me. I'm a WINDIGO! The Eskimo's told me, right after I was mauled by the Polar Bear, they said, Rex....You're a freakin' Windigo! ABOMINABLE! YEAH!!!"
He's pacing now, breathing heavily, unable to contain his voracity.
"Just so you understand...JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR, YEAH! Me and You have a date with destiny, yeah, and only one of us can survive! And I'm the one standing on top of that mountain..yeah...cause that's what I do. It's who I am. I was already born to greatness, yeah, but after my experiences in the arctic I was given even more greatness. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING LENNY GRANT! Greatness on top of Greatness! YEAH!"
Rex pauses, head flashing this way and that like a cat watching a piece of twine dangled in front of him. He comes to a sudden stop, looking somewhere off camera, and then shakes his head as if asked a question he didn't appreciate. Hands on hips, he turns his back to the camera, now staring at the wall behind him, but still muttering.
"Nothing means nothing...yeah...I'm gonna say nothing, do nothing, think nothing yeah...I might not even show up, yeah....throw off his whole game, leave the fans guessing, you know. Yeah....."
He pauses again, head cocking to the side as if he had just caught someone listening in on a private conversation, or just now remembering that the camera was still there. With this guy, who could tell? In a flash he's spun back around, and rushed right back up to the camera so that all can be seen are his eyes as he's now back on track.
"YOU WOULD LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU LENNY! YEAH, YOU WOULD! No..No..No....Rex Rumble is going to be at Blitz, and he's going to call down the thunder, and bring the lightening....He is going to channel the energies of the Windigo, and when you're laying there like a worthless flesh bag you are going to know that YOU JUST FELT THE RUMBLE!! OOOOOOHHHHH SNAP!!!"
Pumped up beyond reason, Rex shoves the camera over, several inaudible words streaming out into the ether. Just as the shot cuts to static, he can be heard screaming.
"You think you can come into Valor Pro Wrestling, both of us debuting, and upstage me. I'm a WINDIGO! The Eskimo's told me, right after I was mauled by the Polar Bear, they said, Rex....You're a freakin' Windigo! ABOMINABLE! YEAH!!!"
He's pacing now, breathing heavily, unable to contain his voracity.
"Just so you understand...JUST SO WE'RE CLEAR, YEAH! Me and You have a date with destiny, yeah, and only one of us can survive! And I'm the one standing on top of that mountain..yeah...cause that's what I do. It's who I am. I was already born to greatness, yeah, but after my experiences in the arctic I was given even more greatness. DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING LENNY GRANT! Greatness on top of Greatness! YEAH!"
Rex pauses, head flashing this way and that like a cat watching a piece of twine dangled in front of him. He comes to a sudden stop, looking somewhere off camera, and then shakes his head as if asked a question he didn't appreciate. Hands on hips, he turns his back to the camera, now staring at the wall behind him, but still muttering.
"Nothing means nothing...yeah...I'm gonna say nothing, do nothing, think nothing yeah...I might not even show up, yeah....throw off his whole game, leave the fans guessing, you know. Yeah....."
He pauses again, head cocking to the side as if he had just caught someone listening in on a private conversation, or just now remembering that the camera was still there. With this guy, who could tell? In a flash he's spun back around, and rushed right back up to the camera so that all can be seen are his eyes as he's now back on track.
"YOU WOULD LIKE THAT, WOULDN'T YOU LENNY! YEAH, YOU WOULD! No..No..No....Rex Rumble is going to be at Blitz, and he's going to call down the thunder, and bring the lightening....He is going to channel the energies of the Windigo, and when you're laying there like a worthless flesh bag you are going to know that YOU JUST FELT THE RUMBLE!! OOOOOOHHHHH SNAP!!!"
Pumped up beyond reason, Rex shoves the camera over, several inaudible words streaming out into the ether. Just as the shot cuts to static, he can be heard screaming.
NOTHING
MEANS
NOTHING!!!
"